Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Japan. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.